An Extra’s POV

[Day of The Dungeon Conquest]

[Location: West of the City, Entrance Of The Grand Calamity Class Dungeon]

"YEAAHHHHHHHHH!!!"

The evening was bursting with life was every Adventurer in the area roared with incredible vigor.

Thousands upon thousands of Adventurers could be seen, all in their respective gear, as they roared with both exhilaration and determination.

The time had finally come—the climax that had been building up for the past few days.

Everyone's face, the ones that weren't hidden underneath helmets, masks, or hoods, depicted excitement.

Many had greedy looks in their eyes. Some appeared scared, while others just slightly unnerved.

Some Adventurers knew they were not qualified to enter the Dungeon, but held onto the hope that as long as the top-class Adventurers were present, they could just leech off them and enjoy whatever leftovers they could get.

They were especially glad to see that the Heroic Rank Adventurers were standing right in front of everyone—leading the march to collective prosperity.

The Scavengers were also present, though they preferred to stay at the rear.

Their approach was to wait and see just what kind of reward they could benefit once everyone had gotten their full or became complacent.

It astronomically reduced the risk on their end, and as long as they held out for long enough, they could gain a lot of spoils—all without hardly lifting a finger.

Just as Guildmaster Richard estimated, the number of Adventurers in the vast western desert was almost ten thousand.

A total 9,870 Adventurers were present for the Conquest—nearly twice the number that showed up during the last one of such a kind that took place three hundred years ago.

Not only did they have more members, but the number of Heroic Rank Adventurers was also astronomically higher.

in all, they had

see this though to the very end and make

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and get their face masks…"

felt a bit odd, seeing as he was the shortest among them, but he

no one brought

look at us." Richard smiled

because we're stronger, obviously."

in the

had masks among the load they carried. Not only that, but they had

carried, it was

money." Sherlock shrugged. "I even saw a bunch of them on

especially if it was

could sell their goods at absurdly high rates. Depending on the difficulty of the Dungeon, and the desperation of the Adventurers inside, their rates could go from three times more than the usual market price to up to

Adventurers involved would have no choice but to buy those items—whether it be Potions or Enchanted Items—due to

made it a profitable venture; enough for peddlers to risk their lives by entering

no need to focus on those behind us. It should be the opposite, don't you agree,

strong, everyone cast their gaze

traveling businessman, and he gave

he had remained quiet for most

Until now.

wouldn't say I agree, but… I do know one thing." Jet glanced left and right, ensuring his eyes

at the massive entrance of the

If we don't focus on the task at hand, we could be the ones to

to them as

dying in Dungeons,

or

of the strong was something that had to be cut off as

unknown creatures that lurked in

not comprehend them, just as they could not understand the